The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-10-11

When come up on the poop where
six or seven Japs was manip' lating the
tiller, the little pilot was setting dish
with tea and sweet cake and bit OF
pork front of the boat compass.
Keep he true den Chin Lee send
good breeze" he says, pointing to 'em.
And sure enough the wind chopped
round astern and the old tub began
rolling along before it nigh as fast as
you whip a crab through a barrel OF
soft tar.
That evening / was sitting in the
shadow of the big squares'lwe'd rugged
aft, smoking the pilots little copper
pipe which didn't hold over thimble-
full and specializing as was natural on
what I'd get out of the job provided
got the junk and ships company to
Yeddo, where they was bound.
Presently l saw Jacks white suit
looming up and after him the swish OF
woman's dress, and l knew by the
height of her it was Miss Doris.
Jack" heard her say with little
shake in her voice, ''are you never go
ing to forgive me?"
II forgave-and forgot you more
than three years ago, Doris Greyson. "
he said, short and sharp, $50 perhaps
further conversation on the subject is
needless. Allow me to hand you be-
low"
She didn't allow him, though. The
way that Japanee silk dress switched
off into the cabin was caution. But
for all that heard bit of sob along
with it. Whether it was through being
mad or being sorry though, / can't
say. Female conundrums is out of my
line.
But took Jack was having his re-
venge all along. For come to find out,
the pretty little japanese lady was a
real live Princess and the jolly old
party who was her father was Prince
of some dominion in Japan forget
what. And anybody with half an eye
could see when the two came on deck
together that the dark-eyed little bru-
nette was tremendous took with hand
some Jack.
I've seen Miss Doris stand and bite
her red lips till they nigh bled, to see
Jack hang over the little Princess and
look the things he couldn't say in her
soft, dark eyes. And | used to notice
he'd always take pains to do this when
Miss Doris was round. Whether.
though. he cared for the pretty Jap or
was onlymaking believe to thorn Miss
Doris the more, l couldn't quite make
out He treated her with just bare,
cold politeness and that was all.
Jack" l says to him just before we
got in, I'm going to put in claim for
salvage. Do you want to come in for
shareP'
Harry, my dear boy" Jack answers
back with a laugh, "Tve got my sal
wage in advance. No, thanks, I'm
more than satisfied already" And
though, he didn't explain, 1 guessed
pretty nigh what he was driving at.
Well, to make a long story short,
with the help of the pilot and the JAP
anese chart. / worked the junk into
the bay of Yeddo. Such another racket
of gun-firing and gong-beating and
cracker-snapping when the junk swung
to her big wooden anchor 1 never
heard. and that night l was invited to
supper where the Japs nigh killed me
TiittE kindness-and samshu.
Zone 70 md out next day Miss
Doris and the rest had took French
leave. Whether Jack himself had kind
of relented and gone over to Yokohama
along of Miss Doris l couldn't find out
any way he was gone without so
much as leaving goodbye.
The Prince and his pretty daughter
went out to their country seat, but he
left an order on the court treasurer for
a tidy lump of money to be divided be-
twixt me and the men, /, of course.
getting the lions share. Then ] took